The dust has settled,
Minds rest on the brink of disaster
The gravel has crumbled,
Fleeting footsteps have erased ever-after
I'm halfway through the endgame
Yet only quarter of the man I thought I'd be

The winds have circled,
Tearing asunder the bliss of yesterday
The sky has shattered,
Dropping pieces of every blue and grey
I'm halfway to my sanctuary
Yet only quarter of the man I thought I'd be

The patience has dwindled,
Chaos reigns upon the prince's throne
The lies have multiplied,
Thievery designed to draw soul from bone
I'm halfway to a day of reckoning
Yet only quarter of the man I thought I'd be